Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.